History
Regina Song"History" is a song by Regina Song, released in 2026 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:31 long and contains 47 lines and 280 words.
Lyrics
0:11I guess it didn't really happen
0:13Happen
0:14Think you were moving in slow motion
0:16Motion
0:17And just like once before you lean beside the door
0:20While I'm just staring at the floor
0:23Oh why does history still haunt me?
0:25Haunt me
0:26Am I not finished with my story?
0:28Story
0:29But he just radiates my kind of frequency
0:32For sure the next guy that will leave
0:36With your blue grey tie-dye shirt
0:39And the red choppy words
0:42And your black round glasses fit you too well
0:47It's the smell of the subway
0:51And the blue chilly Monday
0:54I still hear my thoughts my words my cries decay
0:59Then I stop and slowly see her talking to you
1:03Her laughing with you
1:07Lipstick imbued
1:09Into the picture that you drew
1:12Of her long purple hair
1:15And her black satin dress
1:18And before I even think to confess
1:23I guess it didn't really happen
1:25Happen
1:26Think you were moving in slow motion
1:28Motion
1:29And just like once before you lean beside the door
1:32While I'm just staring at the floor
1:35Oh why does history still haunt me?
1:37Haunt me
1:38Am I not finished with my story?
1:40Story
1:41But he just radiates my kind of frequency
1:44For sure the next guy that will leave me hanging
1:51Me writing the same old lyrics
2:00Stop me please
2:03On the count of three
2:06But I can't stop looking back at you
2:13Looking back looking back looking back yeah
2:16Looking back looking back looking back yeah
2:19Looking back looking back looking back at you you
2:25Looking back looking back looking back yeah
2:28Looking back looking back looking back yeah
2:31Looking back looking back looking back at you you
I guess it didn't really happen Happen Think you were moving in slow motion Motion And just like once before you lean beside the door While I'm just staring at the floor Oh why does history still haunt me? Haunt me Am I not finished with my story? Story But he just radiates my kind of frequency For sure the next guy that will leave With your blue grey tie-dye shirt And the red choppy words And your black round glasses fit you too well It's the smell of the subway And the blue chilly Monday I still hear my thoughts my words my cries decay Then I stop and slowly see her talking to you Her laughing with you Lipstick imbued Into the picture that you drew Of her long purple hair And her black satin dress And before I even think to confess I guess it didn't really happen Happen Think you were moving in slow motion Motion And just like once before you lean beside the door While I'm just staring at the floor Oh why does history still haunt me? Haunt me Am I not finished with my story? Story But he just radiates my kind of frequency For sure the next guy that will leave me hanging Me writing the same old lyrics Stop me please On the count of three But I can't stop looking back at you Looking back looking back looking back yeah Looking back looking back looking back yeah Looking back looking back looking back at you you Looking back looking back looking back yeah Looking back looking back looking back yeah Looking back looking back looking back at you you
Translation
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